It has been so long since I stepped foot in these lands. It seems like a lifetime ago now since last I was here. My time amongst my tribesmen has been chellenging to say the least, and yet it has also been so very fulfiling.
There is danger there, lurking around every corner, behind every rock. Angmar is no safe place and yet there is a freedom there that one cannot find behind the hedges and gates here. It seems strange to think that it could be so, that even though we are all in danger of being overrun by orcs or trolls or wargs every night, still that simple but harsh life is somehow preferable to the comforts of Breeland.
Breeland, of course, has its own dangers. Ones that are far more subtle than those I have become accustomed too. That is something that I should remember during my time here; it may look safe and even feel it, but it is not.
Still, when I walked along the Greenway with Arugru at my side and spied my first glimpse of the towns hedge wall, I could not shake the feeling that I was foriegn to these lands. I grew up hereabouts and have spent a lot of time within Bree itself. I have friends here, I have a life here, or at least I did. I can only hope that the former still remain, although I am not so sure about the latter. Has it been too long, have I changed too much to want this again?
